Smear the Queer
it came like a lot of things did
because Some Kid said it
Some Kid spoke
the world into existence
and I worry there are things
I have forgotten to stop doing
Some Kid taught me so much
lessons that stick
to the outsides of my brain
leaf litter on a sticky larva
I listened because Some Kid is older
or taller, or he called me Little Man
in one case, Some Kid had spray-paint
and wrote on the retention pond wall
Jay is a faggot. so Jay was a faggot
and I didn’t go over there
it was Some Kid who taught us
Smear the Queer
I remember asking a friend to play
who was staying over
he said the teachers at school
had made them choose a different name
something
more appropriate
they called it Kill. he said
we could play Kill if I wanted to
H Britt! Hope you’re well. I’m reading your blog after ages and glad to see you’re writing so consistently and might I add, so well- You’re talent exceeds itself with every poem. You should gather all the best ones and make a manuscript, or atlest send out your work to journals, I’m sure many of them would be glad to publish you.
Thank you. I don’t say that much. One day I will send you a superfluous amount of my book.